There was this Monday that I remember

I'd worn dirty jeans to school that day, of course
and they were still stained
with light marks of sweaty horse hair,
smelled like linament and leather
and he asked me
asked me to meet him outside

I figured it'd be like all the other times
he'd wanna talk about her
nobody wanted to talk to me about me
or about "us"
I was never apart of an us

but here he was, looking scruffy
walking towards me, as I leaned on the back
of Coach Haygood's old Pontiac
hands shoved into my jacket pockets
breeze blowing my hair in my face

Here he came right up to me,
leaned next to me,
breathed deeply
said
"Hey,"

Yeah, it was simple, sure
but being a nerd in high school is complex
and when the cutest boy in school says hey
it still makes your knees weak

"What did you want me to meet you for?"
"I don't want to be with her anymore, I've been thinking
you're a lot better of a person."
And he kissed me
the softest, sweetest kiss
the type of kiss that only people with similar sized tongues
and gums and teeth
and desire and passion
can achieve.

And I felt twangs of guilt
for kissing my best friend's boyfriend
but little did I know, that the rest of life would be
even harder.